Aug 01, 2006 09:25
There's a dream that burns inside me, it's a sound I know You heard,
My soul bleeds another desperate wish with every spoken word.
My heart sleeps safely as it soars upon the wind,
A line of time, a book of dreams, with no apparent end.
Each plain could be another life that I could one day live,
Each mountain a new adventure Your Spirit would gladly give.
I can't sit still--no--not now that I AM FREE,
The mountains they are calling as Your voice cries out to me.
I still remember the moment that I grew these golden wings,
Each day is proof enough that Your Spirit always sings.
Your melody lives within me, It's the soundtrack of Your grace,
And each time my spirit flys, I look upon Your face.
Don't keep me here in this place where life always seems to sleep,
TAKE ME WHERE THE CLOUDS FLOAT HIGH AND THE WATER RUNS DOWN DEEP.